My Descendants Are My Power

"We also have many friends, like the Cloudrise Oceanview Pavilion and the Hundred Tools Sect, along with many families from the Forest... What we need to do now is wait and gather more and more strength, and then..."

"Make ourselves invincible throughout Cloudview County!"

This time, even Nathan didn't object, and a glint of longing flashed in the eyes of the Blackwood clan members.

After years of drifting, they all waited to return home. Olivia was right; the only way home was to carve a bloody path!

"The Cloudrise Oceanview Pavilion will help us manage our family affairs. Our family's fifth-generation descendant, Nicholas, is already eight years old. We'll have someone send the child back to our family's residence."

"We can slowly gather resources. As long as we don't show ourselves, no one dares to touch the younger members of the Blackwood family."

It was all Olivia.

Ethan couldn't help but smile affectionately at Olivia, who looked like an old lady. With her around, Ethan always felt at ease, and his mind seemed less burdened.

Olivia continued to make arrangements for the younger Blackwoods.

"Jessica, you are the eighth lady of the Jones family in Cloudview County. You've done well in the Jones family over the years. Next, you need to help your husband ascend to the position of family head."

"Larry, you control the exotic beasts in the Swamp Forest. I hear there are two demon kings dividing the territory there. Take them down, and the Swamp Forest will become a power base for our family."

"Justin, I know you like seeking thrills. Go to the Black Tortoise Gate as a member of the Blackwood family, defeat all the geniuses there, and ask the Black Tortoise Gate to take you as a direct disciple."

Listening to their great-aunt assign tasks one by one, George quietly stepped back, turned around, and sneakily prepared to slip away.

"Where are you going?"

Olivia called George back and whispered something in his ear.

Soon.

The Blackwoods again bowed to Ethan's Cards, each taking one, and scattered into the sky, leaving only the Sky Sect still rising and spreading smoke around.

One could imagine that for a long time to come, the Sky Sect would be radiating...

Stepping outside would require the protection of psychic powers.

William looked bewildered as his relatives decisively left, only the table where the Cards had just been placed indicating the traces left by his family.

"Hey, great-aunt! You haven't assigned me a task yet. I can do anything, really! I could even be a pretty boy like Jeffrey!"

No response, and the cards weren't flashy either. Suddenly, a noise from behind startled William, and two daggers shot out from his sleeves as he swiftly turned to face the rear.

His daggers were quickly caught between fingers. Seeing who had made the noise, William froze, "Drunken Fool? What happened to you?"

Over the years, while on his killing sprees, William had occasionally encountered Drunken Fool, the old drunkard who always wanted to learn a few of his lethal techniques.

Now, Drunken Fool looked a bit shabby, his clothes torn and ragged, holding a bowl and chopsticks, with both shoes split at the middle of the foot, limping and blood-stained.

Drunken Fool remained silent for a moment, unable to say that he had been injured by the residual effects of a mysterious weapon used by someone from Blackwood, almost killed in the chaos by Abbot David who was fleeing.

In the distance.

George walked slowly forward, head down and dejected, with twenty-three old men, moaning like a widow, "Ah! I wanted to go tomb raiding, to play the piano in the legendary brothels, not to go to Azure Cloud Pavilion!"

Perhaps because he had always taken care of his younger siblings, he too wanted to experience what freedom felt like, but his great-aunt had bluntly shattered his dreams.

The twenty-three old men were still laughing.

"George, your great-aunt is a bit hot-tempered, but she's really sharp-eyed."

"Ha ha ha, she wants to make you the master of Azure Cloud Pavilion, our future is secured!"

"I always thought Blackwood was reasonable, I was really worried they'd ruin Azure Cloud Pavilion, but your great-aunt is actually quite nice."

The twenty-three old men chattered away, while George was speechless and choked up.

How could they know what those outside really thought of his great-aunt?

He had wanted to refuse, to wander the world like his great-grandfather, living freely. But his great-aunt had quietly told him, if he didn't want to, then she would take all twenty-three of his old men to replenish the souls in the ancestral tomb...

"Do we really have to leave our hometown behind?" Ethan sighed deeply. Indeed, their recent rampage in Cloudview County had shocked the world, but the county itself was fraught with danger.

In the past, his family fought for revenge, but now, they were battling for the allure of returning home.

Ethan also saw that the fourth generation of Blackwoods, at the time of separation, each returned to their family's base, kneeling before the tomb of the demon king in the back mountains, recounting their stories over the years, and then departing one by one.

It was clear that as their enemies were vanquished, they also let go of the hatred in their hearts.

Ethan was relieved by this.

As the Forebearer, he hoped each of his descendants could live happily. If it weren't absolutely necessary, no one enjoyed fighting and killing, after all, his descendants were all good, kind people...

[Special Event—William's Offering]

[Your descendant William, not sensing your presence, thinks it's because he hasn't killed enough people recently, disappointing the Forebearer. He decides to take Drunken Fool to Emerald Phoenix Peak, watering the Cards daily with the blood of his enemies to win your favor.]

"You really have to pull this weird special event while I'm getting sentimental, huh?" Ethan grimaced, promptly switching his computer screen back to the Blackwood residence.